Chapter 32 Premier Wen is having a daily episode of illness.
A soft, gentle sentence, as if it were a white feather floating down from mid-air.
It makes your heart itch.
Wen Li tilted his head slightly, looking at her with a half-smile, his voice low and tender, "Concerned about me?"
Song Jinhuan's heart skipped a beat.
Even though there was a table between them, the tune seemed to be right next to her ear, making her ears burn.
Wen Li looked at her with that strange gaze again.
His eyes, seemingly calm and undisturbed, are actually unfathomable.
Staring into each other for too long can create the illusion of being locked in or imprisoned.
Song Jinhuan nervously clutched the fabric on her knees, pretending not to hear the other person's question.
I always feel that if I give an answer, whether it's yes or no, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Song Jinhuan was true to his sixth sense.
The girl turned her head towards him again.
Wen Li stared at it for a while, then clicked her tongue inwardly. It was clearly easy to tease and seemed easy to bully, but every time it came to a critical moment, it was surprisingly alert.
It wasn't easy for him to find a nice compliment.
They've never succeeded.
"I'm leaving," he said.
Song Jinhuan felt a surge of anger rising in her chest, her soft, pale cheeks twitching slightly. It was unclear whether she was angry about something or trying to cheer herself up and prepare herself mentally.
Every time Wen Li said goodbye, she meant that she had to keep an eye on him.
Otherwise, she can forget about leaving the fantasy scene.
Song Jinhuan raised her face, and the man's eyes and brows already held a very approachable smile.
Her unease vanished instantly, and after thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but add, "Be careful."
Wen Li raised an eyebrow, her tone murmuring with certainty, "You really do care about me."
Song Jinhuan opened her eyes slightly, feeling as if she had fallen into a trap.
Then, accompanied by a man's soft laughter, darkness descended.
“Sanjin, do you... don’t you think Wen Li is acting strange?” The only person Song Jinhuan could think of was Sanjin.
Sanjin assured, "Host, don't worry. So far, the plot has been going smoothly, and Wen Li is doing well."
Song Jinhuan frowned in suspicion; it seemed that this wasn't the question she wanted to ask.
But she didn't know what words to use to describe that feeling.
Her hesitation lasted only a moment. Remembering the danger Wen Li had mentioned, she couldn't help but ask, "San Jin, will Wen Li's life be in danger today?"
Sanjin: "Don't worry, host, there is no time in the book when Wen Li's life is threatened."
Song Jinhuan asked in confusion, "Then why did he say there was a trap, that it was very dangerous?"
Sanjin patiently explained, "Wen Li stands at the top of the Wen family's food chain. There are many people who want to pull him down. Every step he takes is like walking a tightrope; he cannot afford to make a mistake."
"The danger he speaks of is not as simple as a threat to one's life."
"But for someone like Wen Li, what he values most is probably not his own life."
Song Jinhuan didn't understand and even suspected that Sanjin was talking nonsense.
How could anyone not care about their life?
Once you lose your life, you lose everything, don't you?
“So, what will he encounter tonight?” she asked.
"Based on the original text, it should be..."
"What is it?" Song Jinhuan couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Don't worry, he'll be ambushed tonight, but it won't be a big problem."
The second uncle wanted to smear the male lead, so he used some drugs to make him more euphoric, all so that the media could capture scandalous news about him.
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